Summary: Having your soul tied to the person you love for the rest of eternity isn’t a beautiful and magical as most make it out to be. (Based around the Prologue, I Need U, Run MV’s)
A month into the new school year and Jungkook and I had managed to get closer; however, there was still a lot about Jungkook I didn’t know. I thought that we could become closer if we hung out outside of school. So I might have let it slip that I wanted to possibly hang out sometime. It seemed to have worked because a few days later Jungkook asked if I wanted to grab coffee sometime. So, we arranged to meet up at a coffee shop on the weekend but it was still a little strange. The way he asked would have made me consider this a date, if it were not for how uninterested Jungkook seemed in having a relationship from prior conversations we’ve had. Even so, I got all dressed up as if it were like a date. I must have changed at least 10 times before finally deciding on a light sundress with a faded jean jacket. My hair and makeup were equally as time consuming since I couldn’t find a look I liked. I checked my phone one last time to make sure I had the right address before heading out to the coffee shop.
When I arrived at the shop, Jungkook came out to greet me. He was wearing an unbuttoned red, black, and white flannel over a white shirt. His dark jeans cuffed up to show off the timberland boots that he was oh so proud of.
“Hey, Y/N, you look nice.”
“Thanks, Jungkook.” I grinned happily at the compliment. I could have sworn I saw a blush dust across his cheeks, but mentally shrugged it off. “Did I make you wait long?”
“Not really, I did order an Americano for you. Hope you don’t mind.” I shook my head as he led me back to the table and handed me my drink.
“Thank you.” I smiled, taking the cup. “To be honest I was actually surprised you invited me out this weekend.” I laughed before taking a sip of my drink.
“Really?” Jungkook let out a small chuckle, before messing with his hair. “Why? Is it weird that I did?”
“No, no” I shook my head laughing. “I just thought you spent your weekends with your hyungs. I just assumed you were normally busy.”
“Well I do, we normally just hang out later in the day.”
“What do you guys do anyways? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“Just stuff.” Jungkook shrugged. His eyes wavered from me off to the side before widening. “Shit…” he mumbled under his breath and slid down in his chair bringing his hand up to hide his face.
“What is it?” I was turning in the direction Jungkook was looking before he pulled me down to hide. “Jungkook what’s wrong?” I whispered utterly confused. Why is he acting like this?
“It’s nothing. Just keep your head down and they’ll go away. Probably… Man, this sucks I thought they were busy…”
“Who are you talking about?” I tried to peek over to see who Jungkook was talking about. The cafe was rather empty right now so it wasn’t hard to find the two guys he must have been trying to avoid. The two guys were possibly a few years older than we were. They were just ordering some coffee like everyone else, which made Jungkook’s reaction even more peculiar. They were just your average-looking guys; the shorter of the two was looking up at the menu running his hand through short but fluffy orange dyed hair. He wore an army green jacket with the sleeves rolled up over a plain white tee and light ripped jeans. The taller one was smiling and charming the barista while he ordered. His hand reaching into the pocket of his black varsity jacket. Once he finished paying, his eyes scanned the cafe and locked with mine. He smirked and gave me a wink. Quickly, I turned back to facing at Jungkook, a blush of embarrassment spreading across my cheeks from being caught staring.
“Um, so who are those guys?”
“Those are my hyungs…” Jungkook groaned, running his hand through his hair. “Oh god, they’re coming over here.” The two guys slowly made their way over to our table before sitting down with us. The orange headed one sat next to Jungkook as the varsity jacket one sat next to me.
“I hope we’re not crashing your date with Y/N, Kookie.” The one sitting with Jungkook nudged at him with his shoulders, chuckling. Jungkook just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms; Not bothering to hide his disdain about them being here.
“Not to be rude, but how do you know my name?” I spoke up, interrupting the small banter between the two across from me.
“Oh, has Kookie not talked about us?” He faked a pout at Jungkook before turning to me with a smile. “We’re Kookie’s friends. My name is Park Jimin.”
“And I’m Jung Hoseok. Jungkook talks about you a lot to us. All good things, it’s kind of cute.” Jimin and Hoseok laughed.
“Hyung! Don’t tell her things like that.” Jungkook groaned, hiding his face in his hand and I couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. After our laughter died and Jungkook’s embarrassment passed, Jungkook started questioning his friends.
“So why are you guys here anyway. I thought you two were going to be busy this weekend.”
“I’m free right now but later when we normally hang out I’ll be working.” Jimin stated shrugging his shoulders.
“As for me, I have a blind date.” Hoseok took a sip of his drink; his eyes gravitated over to me catching me staring once again.
“Are you taking Y/N with you to meet the other guys?” Jimin grinned, glancing between Jungkook and me while he ate the small cake he got with his drink. I gave Jungkook a questioning look since I had no idea what today’s plans were. He avoided my gaze, favoring the view out the window instead.
“No, that’s why I asked her out before we normally hang out. I don’t need you guys bothering us.” I watched him as he spoke and the more talked the rosier his cheeks were getting. Is he embarrassed about being out with me? I shook my head dismissing the thought. This is Jungkook were talking about. I had one-sided conversations for almost an entire year just to get him to even think of being friends with me. If he were actually embarrassed of me, there would be no way he would have invited me out. It’s probably just the teasing from his friends.
“Oh, so you don’t deny that you’re on a date with Y/N?” Hoseok leaned onto the table smirking at Jungkook.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Jungkook’s jaw clenched as he stared at me, ignoring Hoseok’s question. It was easy to see that he was more on edge the longer we sat with his friends, even though I couldn’t understand why that was the case. I glanced at Jimin and Hoseok then back at Jungkook, giving him a small nod. Jungkook abruptly stood up, grabbing my wrist and lightly dragging me out of the cafe in a matter of seconds. The action startled me, but his hyungs just laughed, bidding us a goodbye.
It was a sort of difficult to keep up with Jungkook’s large strides as he led me down the street. Perhaps realizing this, Jungkook slowed down before eventually stopping. His head drooped, his eyes glued to the ground while his warm grip on my wrist loosened but never let go of me.
“Are you okay?” I asked slightly out of breath. For whatever reason, what Jimin and Hoseok said had upset him and I didn’t want that to ruin our time together.
“I’m sorry about them.” Jungkook tightened his grip on my wrist and furrowed his brows with a frown. He opened his mouth to say something else but quickly shut it shaking his head.
“It’s okay. Friends can be a pain sometimes.” I chuckle lightly placing my hand on the one that was closed around my wrist. “They tease you because they care and whatnot.” His gaze traveled from the ground to my face and I gave him a small smile. He seemed to relax a bit with a sigh.
“I regret telling them anything sometimes.” Jungkook let out a weak laugh and ran his hand through his hair. “I should have just figured out how to ask you out myself. I bet the only reason Jimin and Hoseok showed up at the cafe was because they were the ones who suggested I take you there.” My body stiffened upon hearing this. Did he actually want this to be a date? Oh god. What do I do now? Jungkook must have noticed because immediately he let go of my wrist and stepped back from me.
“Shit, sorry, I mean, sorry, just ignore what-” He floundered around, trying to explain himself.
“Did you want this to be a date?” I cut him off. He paused, rubbing the back of his neck, and avoiding my gaze.
“Yes? No? I don’t know. Isn’t it supposed to be a date? I mean, I asked you out. That makes this a date right?”
“Jungkook, no one said it had to be one. This can just be two friends hanging out on a weekend.”
“So you weren’t expecting this to be a date?” He finally looked at me; a mixture between surprised and confused washed over his face.
“No, not really.” Jungkook stared at me for at least a solid minute before throwing his head back in laughter. Hearing him laugh so hard, causing my heart to race a little as I stared at him with awe. His laughter died out and he let out a sigh of relief before turning to me, giving me a cute lopsided smile.
“Jimin and Hoseok convinced me that this was definitely supposed to be a date… This whole time I was panicking over what I was supposed to do on a date for nothing. God, I feel stupid. Well, since this isn’t a date… want to go to an arcade?”
“Yeah!” I nodded excitedly; it had been awhile since I had been to an arcade.
“Cool, let’s go then. There should be one down this way.” He laughed and motioned off to his right, starting to walk in that direction. As we walked, a silence fell over the two of us. It wasn’t an awkward silence but there was a gnawing feeling, advising me to try and create some sort of conversation.
“You know, even if this was a date we still could have gone to the arcade.” I spoke up, staring straight while I walked beside him. I felt his gaze on me before it went back to the path ahead of us.
“Well, I thought that dates were supposed to be romantic. Arcades don’t particularly give off that vibe.”
“Romance is nice on a date, but so is fun. You haven’t been on many dates have you?” I snuck a glance up at his face to see him wince at my question. I was about to apologize and tell to ignore me when started speaking.
“Contrary to what you may believe, people don’t think of me as the luckiest guy to hang with.” There was a pause. Even though he was still looking forward, I could see pain swirling around in his dark brown irises. He looked over at me and gave me a smile before continuing.
“That and I don’t think anyone could handle all this sexiness.” Jungkook joked, tilting his head back while running his hand through his hair. I laughed at his antics, but what he said before and the look in his eyes lingered in the back of my mind. While we walked, we continued to talk about little things, like school projects, club activities, and things we normally do on the weekends.
Arriving at the arcade I was taken back, there were a lot more people here than I expected. Jungkook laughed, ushering me over to the counter to get our game cards. Jungkook quickly talked to the man at the register giving him money for the cards.
“Here.” Jungkook stopped me and handed me a card.
“Thank you but I have money you know. I could have bought my own.” He only shrugged at me with a smug smile. I rolled my eyes but smiled back at him. “Alright, let’s go. Pick the first game.” He gave me a mischievous grin and weaved through the sea of people. Jungkook finally stopped at a first person zombie shooter, picking up one of the guns to cockily pose with it.
“You up for a zombie killing spree?”
“You bet your sweet ass I am!” I laughed, grabbing the other gun and scanned my card to start the game. Jungkook just stared at me with his brow raised.
“You bet your sweet ass?”
“What? It’s an expression.” I shrugged nonchalantly.
“Sure it is.” He practically purred.
“Just play the game!” I shoved his shoulder, rolling my eyes smiling as he laughed.
We were entering the final level; the characters in the game were faced with a herd of hundreds of zombies before they could finally reach their destination. I shot Jungkook a side glance checking if he was ready. He smirked at me before pulling the cocky pose from earlier, point the gun at the screen.
“This will be like the second coming of Christ, but with death. ‘Cause you’ll be dead for the second time.” All eyes were on us in a matter of seconds as I erupted into uncontrollable laughter dropping the gun to hold my sides. Jungkook’s laughter accompanied mine causing more wandering eyes to stare at the two teens losing their shit in front of the zombie game. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I sigh finally managing to get my breathing back to normal, but the huge smile never left my face.
“Sweet Jesus, Jungkook. How did you even come up with something like that?” He just grinned and shrugged as if it was nothing.
“Aw come on.” Jungkook groaned looking at the game. Taking up the screen was the words ‘GAME OVER’ in a bloody font. Amidst our laughing fit the game started and with our minds elsewhere we lost the game.
“We could play again?” I suggested feeling a tad guilty we lost the game.
“Nah, it’s fine. Let’s go to a racing game or something.” I nodded and Jungkook put his gun do before leading me to a new part of the arcade. When we got there, there was only one more seat available.
“Let’s go to something else.”
“No it’s okay, I’ll just watch. I’m not good at these kinds of games.” I smiled.
“Are you sure?” He asked raising a brow.
“Yeah, I’ll be like, your personal cheerleader.” Laughing, I lightly pushed him towards the game. He greeted the guy that was sitting there before they started racing. Jungkook was fully immersed in the game, so much so that he didn’t even notice me tell him I was going to the restroom. When I came back, Jungkook was leaning against the chair of the game looking down at his phone.
“How was the game?” I asked standing across from him. Jungkook put his phone away and shrugged.
“It was close, but I won. You ready to lose at air hockey?” He held up his card between his fingers with a smirk.
“Oh hell no! You better prepare yourself for the bitter taste of defeat, my friend.” I laughed, pushing up my sleeves only getting a chuckle out of him as he scanned his card starting the game.
After three games, one point him and one point me, I grasped the victory from the jaws of defeat. Jungkook was a bit of a sore loser, but he got me back in the rhythm and the basketball games. We played a few more random games, laughing and enjoying our time.
“So is there anything else you want to do?” Jungkook asked, staring at the claw machine trying to get an Eevee plushie.
“Hmm, I don’t know we’ve done about everything right?” I spoke just watching him struggle. Jungkook shouted at the machine when the plush dropped before it got to the end. He tried two more times before he finally got the plushie out of the machine, holding it triumphantly. I smiled at the beaming grin he had; he was somewhat cute with a smile like that.
Scanning over the arcade once more to see if there was anything else that we could enjoy together, my eyes lit up when they fell upon a photo booth. Excitedly, I reached out, grabbing Jungkook’s hand lightly tugging him while point at the booth.
“Jungkook we have to get some pictures before we go!” I smiled up at him and as we took a step toward the booth, Jungkook wrenched his hand out of mine. A dark look settled over his face as he frowned at me with the same look of pain for before. I stood there stunned with the sudden shift in the atmosphere. Was it the fact I grabbed his hand? Or maybe the thought of being in the photo booth? Whatever it was, I obviously was the one that upset him.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry Jungkook. I didn’t, I mean, I shouldn’t have done that. I wasn’t thinking. That’s not an excuse, I’m sorry. I should have asked. I-” Frantically I turned to face him fully and bowed keeping my head down as I apologized. Jungkook shifted his weight from one foot to the other before clearing his throat.
“It’s okay. I was just shocked.” He chuckled awkwardly, causing me to look up at him doubtingly. He doesn’t sound too sure about that.
“Seriously, I just was just surprised you grabbed my hand.” Jungkook gave a weak chuckle looking off to the side rubbing his neck as he spoke. I was still skeptical but asking further into the matter didn’t seem wise. So I just stood up brushing the unwanted hair out of my face.
“Well, I’d still like to make it up to you for what I did… How about lunch and ice cream?” I offered once I noticed his eyes back on me.
“No, its fine, you don’t have to go that far.”
“Oh come on, I’m sure you’re hungry by now and I also want to pay you back for the coffee and paying for my card today. It’s the least I can do.” I sighed, rolling my eyes. I wasn’t really planning on taking no as an answer. He paid for everything as of right now and if he paid when we go to lunch, I’ll feel more as if I’m a burden than being a friend.
“Y/N, honestly I’m not that hu-” a grumble from his stomach cut him off, “gry…” A grin spread across my face, and I couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
“Alright, you little liar. We’re going for lunch.” Subconsciously I started to reach for his hand to lead him again and I stopped myself. Should I grab his hand now? I mean he won’t be shocked but… I shook my head. Best not to accidentally do something again. Without making it to obvious that I was reaching for him, I gripped the strap of my bag. I gave him one last glance before walking out of the arcade, hoping that he was following me.
We walked in silence for the most part. I asked him where he wanted to go and he said he didn’t care so I chose a small barbecue placed not that far from the arcade. After being ushered to a table, we sat down and I let Jungkook take the menu.
“It’s your choice. You can have as much as you want.” I spoke up before staring out the window, reflecting on how unusual this day was going for us. It wasn’t necessarily bad, but it hadn’t been the best either. I’m just glad that we are spending time together…We wouldn’t be having these awkward moments if he weren’t at least letting me in, right. At school, we didn’t talk all that much and it’s mostly about trivial stuff. Even with texts, we talk about things we find funny or a song that’s interesting; normal friend stuff. We never really get into anything deep. Not a lot has changed over the past year, he opened up slightly and we talk a bit more than before. Giving a mental sigh, I snuck a glance over at him only to find his dark brown eyes staring back into mine. His eyes were soft and his lips were turned upward in a small but warming smile. W-why is he looking at me like that? Quickly, I turned back to look outside warmth rising to my cheeks as I try to slow my heartbeat. A few seconds later Jungkook cleared his throat gaining my attention. He held out the menu so I could see as he pointed at it.
“How about we get this beef and this seafood stew?” He asked me then looked at me to check if I was okay with that and I just nodded. Jungkook called over a waiter and placed our order. A few minutes later the waiter brought our meat out and offered to cook it for us but Jungkook turned them down to do it himself. I quietly sat back listening to the sizzling of the beef as Jungkook took over. I started thinking to myself. What if this was an actual date? Would things be like this? Jungkook is nice and all and I’d love to get to know more about him but we have soulmates. I don’t think we’re soulmates, I mean, there should have been something that clicked earlier if we were right? It feels a bit wrong being out with him like this… I’m sure my soulmate isn’t doing something like this. Going out with someone who they might be mildly interested in. Do they even think of me? I haven’t felt anything from the connection in a while… Maybe they’re somewhere better… I wonder if they’re happy…
As my thoughts trailed off, a voice called me out of my daze.
“Y/N are you going to eat?” Jungkook gave me a concerned look.
“Yeah.” I shook the rest of my lingering thoughts off grabbing my chopsticks.
“Alright then, let’s eat!” He gave me a wide smile before stuffing his cheeks with food.
Lunch went by rather quickly. I honestly didn’t expect it to be as enjoyable either, but once we started eating, Jungkook started cracking jokes and talking about some stuff he did with his hyungs, which eased the weird atmosphere from earlier. From what Jungkook told me there was a pretty large age variety between himself and the others, but they seemed to be able to make their group work. The two Jungkook hung out with the most were either Min Yoongi or Kim Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. The more Jungkook talked about him, the more butterflies started to pool in my stomach. He was two years older than we were but according to Jungkook, he didn’t act his age. Part of me wanted to ask Jungkook more questions about him, but I had a more pressing question to ask.
Request: Can i get a Renjun colourblind soul mate Au ?
can i request the soulmate thing but with renjun?
So I was intrested in your soulmate stories and would like to request one for renjun Thank youuuu ^^
Hey! I would have a request for your soulmate stories! Could you write one for Renjun?
A/N: happy birthday to this angel & im happy he’s getting so much love?? haha yay i actually did this concept with Mark’s and it was really fun, hope you enjoy reading!
“They resemble the color of chocolate, the cocoa brown strands shining brightly, with a few streaks of caramel-like strands popping from beneath.”
You nodded your head in excitement as your eyes glued to your mother’s mouth, anticipating what she was going to describe next. The woman in front of you reached her hand out and held your small palm in hers, which was huge in size as compared to yours. You smiled innocently at her, and asked with excitement, “Mommy! Describe more! I want to know what other colors there are”
Pink, orange, blue and green. All the colors you wanted to see but couldn’t at all, not until you met your soulmate.
As a child you had always been curious, as you’d beg your mother to describe all the colors she is able to see, as you let your imagination run wild. You were told that your cheeks were of a rosy pink color-a light and calming shade that many loved. Your mother had also told you that your eyes were of a light brown shade, as your rather pale and fair skin made you look even more lovable.
Your mother looked around, then picked up the small rose lying in a vase from the table. Pointing it to you, she smiled and waved, “This is red,”
You nodded your head once again, as you mouthed out the word in fascination, “Red”
She gave a small smile, then continued,“,red is normally seen as a symbol of love and romance. That’s why daddy got me this red rose, do you understand?”
The 8 year old you stared at her in confusion as you furrowed your eyebrows together,“Romance? What is that?”
She smiled and chuckled, then pat your head, “It’s something that happens when you meet your soulmate, you’ll understand later on”
Without saying much, you simply nodded your head and smiled, “Thank you mommy!”
You couldn’t remember exactly when you started to see those, but recently you had been seeing lighter shades of white and colors, but they would only last for a while.
In just a split second you were faced with many different bright and outstanding shades of colors, making it seem more vibrant as compared ti the black&white vision you had been having since you were born. But weird thing was, this sudden outbursts of colors did not last long. Everything would be back to the monotone two colors that you were so familiar with in just a few seconds, and moments later you’d be face by the same highlights again.
You were confused and scared at the same time- what if something was happening to your soulmate? What was going to happen from there?
Coincidentally, all these strted after you met him.
Although y'all had never once met up before, you could tell that he was a genuinely nice person, and was always there for you no matter what.
You came upon one of his song covers on the internet. Although he didn’t show his face, his angelic voice managed to capture your attention and next thing you knew, the both of you were constantly messaging and chatting with each other, as y'all seemed to immediately ‘click’.
One problem though-he lived far away from where you did, coming all the way from China. You cherished him as a friend and it broke your heart to know that there was a possibility that the both of you would ever get the chance to meet.
How’s your day going Y/N ah? -renjun ☆
I’m still seeing these random colors, is this normal omg? have you experienced this before -you
Maybe you’re just going to meet your soulmate soon? and nah, i haven’t met mine yet, everything’s still black and white for me –renjun ☆
they’d be so lucky though, being able to be yours -you
yours would be luckier -renjun ☆
Your heart almost stopped as you felt yourself blushing, you couldn’t be possibly falling for someone whom you’ve never met before, when you already have a soulmate right?
Three months passed but still no one, especially your soulmate, was appearing. You still had the random color ‘strikes’ occuring from time to time everyday, and it only made you more afraid and nervous.
Yet another thing that made you afraid, just last month Renjun had called you frantically telling you that he had seen a few colors that day too, and was similar to what you were experiencing.
He was going to meet his soulmate too and probably stop spending as much time chatting and calling you online. You knew he wasn’t the type to abandon his friends, but you still felt uncertain and part of you wanted to be his soulmate so badly.
You love him.
remember 7pm!! i have great news to tell you -renjun ☆
okay junjun, woah what’s so great? -you
don’t call me that >:-( you’ll know later hehe -renjun ☆
It wasn’t the first time the both of you were going to video call each other, and the first time the both of you did, you were stunned by his beauty and sharp features. The cute and small little smile he’d give when he was giggling melt your heart and for some reason, you could always see a little color whenever you were video calling him, but did not think much about it, assuming that it was part of the random colors you face.
You let your hair fall perfectly on your shoulders, as you looked at the reflection of yourself one last time before accepting his call. You were faced by his comforting smile and soft eyes, as they immediately brightened as soon as he saw you on the screen. He gave a small wave to you, as his mouth formed a small ‘o’, “i can actually see a light shade of colors now wow, anyways you’re looking pretty like always.”
Your cheeks turned slight warmer, as you shook your head and laughed, “don’t be like this renjun- anyways, what was it that you were so excited to share?”
Renjun’s cheeky smile shined brightly on your laptop screen, as he asked you to close your eyes. Listening to his orders, you waited for him to signal you to open them again patiently, as you heard the shuffling through your speakers, followed by his calming voice “Okay, open them now”
You squinted your eyes to read the small slip of paper he held in his hands in front of the camera and you screamed loudly- it was an air ticket to your country. Renjun laughed at your reaction, as he paused to continue, “also, my parents are planning to migrate there. We can finally meet up and spend time together!”
You were so happy you were at the verge of crying, as you jumped excitedly around your room with Renjun giggling at you-it was something you had never expected to happen.
You clasped your sweaty palms together nervously as you waited excitedly in your seat, your eyes checking the numerical digits on the big screen once every few seconds.
Today was the day you were finally going to meet him, your online best friend for more than a year now. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
At the same time, he colors you were seeing had been more defined and of more gradient lately, and they seemed to last longer than usual, was this a sign?
A big group of people emerged from behind the gate, as your eyes darted around the crowd to find that one person you were only looking for.
The young boy looked around confused as he knitted his eyebrows together, also only looking out for that one person.
You saw him, and you immediately shouted out, “Renjun ah!”
The boy turned and his blank and confused expression turned into a bright and happy one, as he made his way running to you, engulfing you into a big hug.
You looked into his eyes, and if felt much different as compared to when you were looking at him through the screen. Almost immediately, you noticed how the light pink color of his lips become darker and that you could see clearly the brown orbs of his eyes-something you couldn’t see ever before.
Everything around you seemed more lively and vibrant, as the colors slowly seemed to take their place. Renjun noticed too, as he grabbed your hand, “This is actually happening right?”
Already tearing up, you nodded your head as you hugged him again, this time the colors did not fade away once, even after a long solid one hour.
He was your soulmate.
“Why do you need so many of these plush toys, you’re 17 this year babe” you called out to him, as you help arrange his big collection of his moomin characters from the big box. Renjun gave a small scoff, then rebutted, “I love moomin shush, just help me in arranging that and we’ll be done for today”
You wiped of the perspiration on your forehead, before plopping down on his bed, lazily calling out to him, “You have so many things to unpack because you’ll be living here permanently from now on, are you sure you can finish doing everything”
Renjun flashed you his angelic smile, then nodded his head, “Yes i will, for now let’s go grab lunch shall me?” As he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of bed.
He then stopped and scurried to his backpack. You looked at him confused, but all he did was let out a smal giggle.
He pulled out a red rose from his bag, then held it out to you, “I saw this at the flower shop just now and i thought of you, i love you”
“red is normally seen as a symbol for love and romance,”
You blushed as you brought your lips to his cheeks, “i love you too”
I’ve received a couple of asks about how I make my icons so I’ve decided to make a small tutorial!! Honestly, I’m the most unprofessional person and trust me when I say they’re easy to make. Also, I’ve made this at 11pm (after work) yesterday because I have work all day today + the day tomorrow. I apologise in advance for any miscommunication lmao.
“I met the drummer, Dom. He’s one of the loveliest guys I have ever met in a huge, huge band. He just came up to me and I was like ‘Oh, you’re alright mate, aren’t you’?” — George Daniel (The 1975) on Dom Howard.
Request: Hi! Can I request a Jungkook smut where you are friends and he is all shy, literally just being his typical self. One day you go out clubbing/partying together and he gets really drunk and turns into the complete opposite, suddenly full of confidence . Somehow that night you end up sleeping together ;) Thanks in advance!!
I just stared at him, willing him to speak. Just one word, that’s all I wanted. He tapped his pencil on the table and stared at the empty space in front of him.
Knowing that I was watching him, his eyes flickered toward me, his pencil froze in its actions, then his gaze quickly turned back to the space in front of him and the pencil started hitting the wood on the table as it had done before.
I sighed, I hate partner projects.
I looked to my professor who was leaned far back in his desk chair and his legs crossed on the table. His thin framed glasses were balanced on the tip of his nose as he blankly looked at an old newspaper. I silently cursed him for partnering me up with the shyest person in the class. No, the shyest person on the planet.
I side glanced my partner again, “Sooo, we need to come up with a topic for our presentation,” I tried to encourage him to come up with something. Every idea I came up with had been met with a meek shrug of his shoulders.
“Mhm,” he hummed as he was now twirling his pencil in between his long, thin fingers.
I pursed my lips and squinted at him, “Got any ideas?”
He chewed on his lip and shook his head.
I sighed and slumped back in my chair. Every other group had come up with their topic and started their projects yesterday. We were already behind the other groups and I couldn’t figure out how to get through to him so we could catch up.
You know, he’s lucky he’s gorgeous because if he just looked like every other Joe Shmoe in this school, I’d be furious with him right now. Every time I felt myself losing my temper, I would look at his profile and would suddenly feel calm, entranced even. His name was Jungkook. His features were soft and silky. His had a faint hint of a scar below his eye and I wondered how he managed to get it. His deep, inviting dark brown eyes were surrounded by thick, long black eyelashes.
“I was thinking we could—” just as I was about to pitch another idea, the bell rang.
“Pick up from here on Monday,” I finished my sentence.
“Okay,” he said without looking at me, gathering his belongings and standing up from his chair.
I followed his actions and grabbed my stuff, then walked toward the door. I just wanted to get out of this class and temporarily avoid the stress that this project had brought to me.
“Hey Y/N!” a girl shouted my name before I could get through the door.
I turned around to a girl who I’d spoken to a few times calling for my attention.
“Are you going to the party at the bar tonight?” she asked.
I cocked my head to the side, “I didn’t know there was a party at the bar tonight?”
“Oh, well… you should come! It’s gonna be a blast!”
I debated her offer inside my head then my eyes found Jungkook who was stood close to me and I was reminded of the stress of our project and my desperation to get my mind off of it.
I turned back to the girl, “Yeah, okay, I’ll be there! I’ll bring a friend too,” I told her with a smile.
She clapped happily, “Great! It starts at 8,” then she turned to Jungkook, “You should come too!”
He looked at her with wide eyes like a deer, surprised that she was addressing him directly. He let out a long breath then nodded, “a party could be fun,” he muttered, quickly looking down at the ground as he addressed her.
So he’ll speak to her but not me?
His eyes flickered in my direction once more before he bowed his head and ducked out of the classroom.
I took my time getting home. I decided to grab a coffee from the campus’s cafe and take a stroll through a nearby park. I walked until I naturally headed down the path to my apartment and unlocked the door. I called my best friend and asked her to come to the party with me tonight. Of course, she obliged because that girl loved a good party. By the time I got back to my apartment, I only had a couple hours until the party started.
I went into the kitchen and made myself a bowl of ramen and slowly slurped small mouthfuls of noodles. After I finished my pre-party meal, I put the dish in the sink and filled it with water to soak. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, waiting until the bathroom was filled with steam to peel off my day clothes then slipped into the shower. I lazily lathered my body with soap and scrubbed my scalp with shampoo, not being in any rush to get to the party. I stood in the shower, letting the water run down my body until it went cold. I turned off the water then wrapped myself in a towel and walked into my bedroom.
I jumped with I walked through the door and was welcomed by my best friend sitting on my bed, fully dressed and ready to go.
“Why aren’t you ready yet?! It’s already 8:30!” she spoke shrilly while flapping her hands around. She wore a tight sparkly strapless red dress that perfectly accentuated her womanly curves and voluptuous breasts which I had always been slightly jealous of.
I shrugged, “Just taking my time. No one shows up to parties on time anyway.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes, “Well hurry up.”
Brushing off her bitterness, I walked over to the closet to find an outfit. I dug through my underwear until I found what I was looking for: a padded black lacey bra with underwear to match. I always put on my prettiest pair of underwear before a party, not because I was looking to get lucky, but because it gave me confidence. I picked out a pair of skin tight black skinny jeans and paired them with a black sparkly top with straps that crisscrossed in the back.
“Aren’t you a little dressed down?” my friend asked me, looking at her outfit, then mine.
“It’s just a bar, I think this is fine,” I gestured to my appearance, “come do my hair while I do my makeup,” I ordered and walked down the hall to the bathroom. My hair was curled and left down to frame my face. I stuck with fairly tame eyeshadow colors— just a few shades of brown which was dark enough to make my eyes look bigger and more defined but not dark enough to make me look like I just got out of a fist fight and lost. I applied a soft pink lip color and a pair of black high heels which made my ass look fantastic. Then, at 9:30, I was ready to go.
The bar was just a short walk from my apartment. My friend was already complaining about her feet hurting and her dress riding up and I just rolled my eyes and laughed at her. I could hear the bass of the music blasting from the bar from a block away. When we got to the entrance, there were lights of various colors strobing through the windows. The music was deafeningly loud and pulsed through my body, filling me with excitement as we walked through the doors into the pool of people.
I turned to speak to my best friend but found her already attached butt to crotch with a smitten stranger. His hands were on her thighs as she ground herself onto his hips sexily. My gaze wandered from her to a man leaning against a support beam with a half drank beer in his hand. He had a sleazy smirk on his face as he raised his glass to me and winked. I groaned and my stomach churned at his hungry expression.
I need a drink.
I struggled to make my way through the crowd to the end of the building where the bar was. When I finally reached it, I slumped against the cool wood of the long bar and took a seat on one of the open bar stools. The music was significantly less intense over here, now I could actually hear lyrics and some sort of tune rather than just bass.
Just as the song was ending, the bartender began to walk over to me. Just as I was about to tell him my order, the sound of a guy laughing loudly caught my attention. I turned my head to where the laughter was coming from and my stomach lurched in surprise.
On the bend of the bar counter, my partner in class, Jungkook was smiling hugely with his hand on a girl’s shoulder. He was wearing a black leather jacket which he paired with a white v neck shirt that showed off a bit of his muscular smooth chest. He leaned in close to her and whispered seductively which made her melt into a fit of giggles and playfully push him away, letting her hand linger on his chest much longer than it needed to.
Just as the opening chords to a new song blasted through the speakers, Jungkook’s eyes found mine across the bar. I froze unsure of what to do next. Should I look away? Wave?
His already dark brown eyes grew even darker as he turned his head to the side and rolled his tongue across the inside of his cheek, a devilish smile grew on his face. He leaned in close to whisper something in the girl’s ear, never breaking eye contact with me. He stepped away from her and he head snapped in my direction. She shot me a glare as Jungkook moved around the bend toward me.
Before I could react, Jungkook was standing extremely close to me, looking my body up and down, “Hellooo,” he drew out the the “o”, “you look ravishing,” he flirted.
I stood there stunned, there’s no way this was the same boy that refused to even make eye contact with me in class today.
“I–I didn’t think you’d show up to this,” I admitted in a fluster.
He turned his head to the side, “Why not? I said I would in class today.”
I shrugged, “You just don’t seem like the party type.”
He smirked, “I only came on the off-chance that I’d get to see you.”
His bold confession made his current state obvious to me, “Are you drunk?” I asked him, brushing off what he had just said. There’s no way he meant it if he was drunk, right?
He looked off to the side like he was debating his answer, then he looked back at me with a single raised eyebrow, “I’m not sober.”
I nodded. Shit, maybe he did mean it. I turned away from him and tried to let my curls fall over my face and block my blushing cheeks from his line of sight.
“Do you want a drink? How about a beer?” Jungkook asked and before I could respond was shouting at the bartender to get him two beers on tap.
I was going to interject but I couldn’t find anything wrong with letting a cute boy buy me a drink, so I said nothing. Especially after this cute boy basically put me through hell during class by refusing to work with me on our project. If anything, he owed me this drink.
“Are you here alone?” he asked before taking a long drink from the golden frothy liquid that the bartender had just put in front of him.
I grabbed my glass and turned my body so I could see the dance floor. I scanned the crowd until I spotted my best friend, who was now grinding on a different guy than she had been earlier, “That one,” I pointed to her, “I brought her,” I also chugged half of my beer.
He leaned closer to me to see who I was pointing at, “Red dress?”
He laughed and took another huge drink, essentially emptying his glass, “She looks like she’s having fun.”
I scoffed, “You could say that.”
Jungkook put his empty glass on the counter then tapped the table with his fingertips as he thought through something.
“Can you take shots?” he questioned playfully.
One corner of my mouth raised, “I don’t mean to brag but, I am excellent at taking shots,” I found myself sending out flirtatious vibes without meaning to.
He raised his eyebrow again, “Oh really? Prove it,” he baited.
I leaned back and put my hand over my chest, pretending to be hurt that he would ever doubt me, “Maybe I will,” I called the bartender over and ordered two rounds of shots of tequila for both of us. He poured the poison into shot glasses in front of us. Jungkook and I both grabbed one glass out of the four sat in front of us and clinked them together before downing the liquid and feeling as if it was burning a hole in my throat since I had no chaser.
I tried to play it off cool and pretend that the shot was nothing but I lost it when Jungkook became a laughing and coughing mess in front of me. I followed him quickly after as my body tried to reject what I had just consumed. Without pausing, we did the second round, having the same reaction as the first. Jungkook called for yet another round of shots, which we both did easily since the damage had already been done from the first two.
“You’re right,” he commented, “you are good at taking shots.
I shrugged smugly. Just then, a particularly loud song started playing.
“I can’t believe this,” I screamed over the blaring music.
“Can’t believe what?” he shouted back.
“You’re actually fun!”
He laughed and held up his shot glass, which the bartender had kindly refilled, “Blame the alcohol,” then the poured the shot down this throat.
I grabbed my glass and held it still for a moment, knowing I needed to slow down before the drunkenness hit me like a ton of bricks, “You’re just so quiet normally, I’m surprised,” I said before opening my throat and allowing the liquor to pass through without touching my tongue.
He shrugged, putting his mouth to my ear so he didn’t need to yell as much, “I like to think that tipsiness shows my true colors.”
We continued talking about nothing for about thirty minutes until I felt the five shots and half a beer beginning to set in. Just as my mind started to get loopy, I heard the opening to my favorite song.
I gasped and aggressively tugged on Jungkook’s arm, “Oo! Oo! I love this song!”
He looked around at the very full dance floor then looked at me suggestively, “Let’s go dance!”
He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the bar, onto the dance floor. We both began to move our bodies to the rhythm of the music. The alcohol that was tracing through my veins allowed me to forget about any insecurities or embarrassment that I may have had if I were sober.
This song wasn’t exactly classy. It was definitely a booty shaking, boob bouncing song and I did just that right in front of Jungkook. A huge smile grew on his face as he watched my body move and swayed his body left and right.
He put a hand on my hip and helped guide me to the beat of the song. His hand moved from my hip to the curve of my lower back, pulling me closer to him. Adrenaline coursed through my body alongside the alcohol. I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed the gap between us. Our hips rocked against each other as Jungkook looked into my eyes and smiled seductively. I had no idea he had this sexy and smooth side to him and it was making my body get very warm and my breathing heavy.
I wasn’t sure how this dancing was making him feel but I knew I was started to get very turned on at the feeling of having my hips pressed to someone else. His hands were skimming up and down my back, getting very close to my butt but never actually resting there.
The song faded to its end and Jungkook and I just stood there, hips still pressed together, just looking at each other. His eyes were dark and hypnotic, making me yearn for him even more.
A new song started playing and Jungkook leaned his mouth to my ear, “It’s loud in here, let’s go somewhere else,” he grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward the exit of the bar. I frantically looked around for my friend and found her making out with the guy she had been grinding with, in the corner of the dance floor. She seemed occupied, I’d just text her to let her know where I went later.
Jungkook lead me outside into the cold, bitter air. He aggressively pushed me up against the brick wall of the bar and crashed his lips to mine. Drunk and extremely turned on, I immediately began kissing him back and spastically rubbing my hands all over his body. He grabbed at my upper thighs and ass, not being shy about grabbing it anymore. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I tangled my hands into his hair. I ground my hips on his just as I had done on the dance floor and he reciprocated the action.
“Hey, take that somewhere else!” the bouncer shouted at us, causing me to jump in fright and push Jungkook back.
He looked at me and smirk through his panting breath, “My apartment,” he said simply then grabbed my hand and pulled me down the road away from the bar. This is definitely not how I saw my night going.
We walked quickly down the deserted street to a tall apartment building. Jungkook led me through the lobby and into the elevator. He pushed the button for his floor, then pressed me against the side of the elevator and kissed me again, this time less harshly but still just as urgently as outside the bar.
We made out until the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Jungkook grabbed me again and led me to his front door, opening it with a shaky hand then pulling me through the doorway.
I was once again shoved against the wall and Jungkook firmly pressed his lips to mine, unable to contain his desire for me. Our bodies pressed together and I could feel his hardening dick against me. I ground against the bulge and his breath hitched at the contact.
I grabbed the collar of his leather jacket and pulled the piece of clothing off of his body. He helped by pulling his arms out of the sleeves and cupped my face with his hands and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth. He kicked off his shoes and hiked up the bottom of my shirt and his hot hands grasped my bare waist. I also took off my shoes without breaking the kiss and grappled at his belt and tugging it open.
He broke the kiss and led me to his bedroom where everything was neatly lined up on shelves but the bed was unmade. He pushed me onto his bed and I landed on my back. He jumped onto of me and leaned in to reconnect our lips.
I put my hand on his chest to make him halt, “I don’t normally do this with people,” I informed him.
He smiled, “I don’t either,” then crashed his lips to mine. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt again and this time he pushed it up my body, breaking our kiss only long enough to pull it over my head. His hands grabbed my breasts and I silently thanked myself for wearing my nice bra.
He popped open my jeans and slid them down off of my hips, enough to have easy access to the hem of my underwear. As his fingers played with the top of my underwear, I pulled open his jeans and slid them down his body with my feet. His hand dipped into my underwear and let his middle finger run over my wet fold.
I hummed in pleasure at the feeling of his long fingers on me. He brought his finger up from my opening to circle my clit. I jolted, feeling relief from the pent up desire and moaned into his mouth. My hand cupped the bulge in his underwear, rubbing it. He ground his hips into my hand and rubbed my clit harder.
Sweat gathered at my hairline and I panted, already feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. He pulled his hand away from my center and tugged his underwear off, letting his dick spring free. He pulled my underwear off too as well as his shirt and my bra. His mouth left open kisses all over my chest as he lined himself up with my entrance.
He easily slid himself into me and didn’t hesitate to start rocking his hips. I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper into me. He thrusted roughly and quickly, desperate to reach his release. I clenched around him, increasing the pleasure for both of us as he pounded into my g spot. He had me whimpering and moaning his name, knowing exactly what to do to make me unravel under him. He grunted and looked into my eyes, his brow furrowing and his mouth hanging open.
We both reached our highs quickly, the desperation for each other made it easy for both of us to cum. With one last grunt, he rolled off of me and laid on his back on the bed next to me. I rolled onto my stomach and looked at his sweat drenched face. He lazily brushed his fingers through my hair and looked at me through half lidded eyes.
It was then that I remember that this was the boy from class who was so incredibly shy that he couldn’t even look at me. How was it possible that I was now lying naked in bed with him.
“I honestly had no idea that you were like this,” I admitted, “you’re usually so shy.”
He chuckled, “I’d like to blame the alcohol but the truth is… The desire, the attraction for you, is real. The alcohol just brought out the confidence for me to act on it.”
“I didn’t even realize we had the same attraction for each other,” I shook my head in disbelief.
He smirked mischiefly, “Does that mean we can do this again sometime?”
I laughed and nodded.
“Good, I’ve got a lot more I want to do with you,” he told me and pulled me close to his body, wrapping his strong arm around me.
I sat silent for a moment, savoring the feeling, “Hey, you know something that you could do with me?” I lifted my head to look at his face.
He looked at me curiously.
“Our project,” I said.
He threw his head back and laughed loudly, his eyes scrunching closed, “Oh yeah, sorry about that.”
“It’s due in a week. I’m begging you to help me with it,” I jokingly begged.
He rubbed the back of my head with a smile, “should we work on it right now?” he suggested.
I contemplated his suggestion and shook my head, “Let’s just do this right now,” I rested my head on his chest and snuggled into him.
He hummed in agreement and pulled me close to him.
We ended up falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms and come Monday, we finally made headway on our project.
I changed it a bit and made it a College Au, I hope that’s okay?
I’d love feedback on this! Also, requests are open but you’ll have to forgive me for writing SUPER slow.
Prompt: Adam Cole notices you wearing a Bullet Club shirt in the crowd at a ROH show. - @lclb12 She literally got me into Adam and she deserves all the love cause she’s awesome! Hope you like this girl!
I had this on my list of requests and after reading @sammiielli fic today, I can’t get Adam out of my head so here it is….lol
figured i try my hand drawing this guy digitally XDD Here’s Attic! They’re nonbinary, cuz I couldn’t decide on their gender and was like ‘i need more nb characters anyway’ xD Attic’s name actually is cuz when I made them they were paired with a human oc of mine named Lune. Lune Attic…………… it didnt plan to actually go with it but it stuck xDD Wait wow I just realized this character is basically 100% my indecision…. their gender, their name, even their color scheme was cuz I’d only ever drawn them in black and white so when i colored them for the first time I just couldn’t picture them as anything but white xDD (and none of my other dragons had purple eyes and i thought it looked nice)
Look I am not like your typical gurl. I am well educated from a good home and I have a great practice. I am clean disease free and always smell nice. I have always been a sex addict since I was little. As I got older my tastes got kinkier and kinkier. I have now been a submissive since my teen years and I just came to the extreme side of that. It all started a year ago when I started seeing a new mistress. She was into feminization so she started dressing me. I liked it ok as she would use dildos on me but what I really liked was being called names and made to go out in public. I found I liked the humiliation. She told me I would eventually start taking cock for her amusement and her boyfriends brother loved sissies from his years in prison. Las month she dressed me in the sleaziest little gurls outfit I could imagine. She starred working my little pussy hole as usual but blew something into it. I asked her what she was doing. She just told me to shut up and let me know when it kicked in. She then had her boyfriend cum in the room take off his pants and sit in front of me. His BBC was limp. Mistress made me drop to my knees and told me to suck it. I had sucked a few cocks in the past but never really got into in. For some reason I wanted to suck him maybe it was the clothes or maybe it was because he was black. I put him in my mouth and was sucking him hard when this warm sensation came over my body. I cannot explain it but it was like self realization. I knew what I wanted out of life. I started sucking for all I was worth. My mistress grabbed my head and pulled me off. No tiffany you cannot make him cum he is mine. Tell me what are you feeling right now? I told her I feel like a whore I just want to be used by men. She said good then told them to cum in. A couple of black men cam in. I should have been scared but I was so turned on. The one identified himself as her boyfriends brother. I crawled over to him and reached for his pants. He said wait a minute bitch we need to cum to an agreement first. He pulled a baggie of white powder out of his pockets and made 2 big lines on the table. He said we already put some coke in your pussy but we need you more cock hungry. Do these 2 lines and you may serve is. I was scared but did not care. I had never done drugs before but now I was mad about missing out on them all of these years. I snorted both lines in a matter of seconds. They guys started laughing. The brother said now tiffany you will belong to me. My brother just sold you. Your only purpose tonight will be to stay high and take cocks. You will allow any man we send into your room to do whatever they want to you. You are a piece of fuck meat. They led me back to a bed room and taught me how to be a good whore. After an hour or so when they had given me several loads I noticed new men cumming in quite frequently snorting coke then fucking me. I felt so cheap and used. I was in heaven. I ended up taking men for over 12 hours.
The next day I was so sore I could barely walk. I still could not deep threat or take a cock over 7 inches balls deep in my little gurl hole but I wanted to. Daddy told me next Saturday to go to his place. It was a rather run down house in a not so great part of town. He dressed me as a little underage school gurl and wrote whore on my face in lipstick. He blew some coke in my pussy then made me do 2 fat lines. And led me back to a back bedroom. It had a filthy mattress and one single light bulb dangling from the ceiling. He told me my purpose this evening was to be a drug whore. His customers would cum in buy drugs from him and he would sell them my holes when they got high and horney. I never realized how freaky men get when they are high. There were times that night when I had at least 5 guys in the room using me. When no one was in there daddy sent me out into the alley behind his house to sell blow jobs for 5 bucks a pop and pussy for 10. I was used until noon the next day. This went on for 2 consecutive weekends. I got a call a couple of days ago that my daddy was arrested for dealing. I know this all sounds crazy but I loved it. I never felt more fulfilled than when I was high and men wanted me. The more worthless and broken I felt the hornier I got. If any of you know a dealer that needs a new sissy bitch to service he and his clients. I am his whore. I am in Ohio but would travel on weekends as far as Chicago, Detroit, Louisville and Pittsburgh maybe even Indianapolis. I want no money just keep me high and in cock and cum. I want to be your brain dead cum dump.